I had it all planned out- well sort of. I forgot to make Tony a card, but my intentions were to do it when he wasn’t looking and have Brody deliver it. I was able to put off the gift giving/card delivering because I wrote this on our fridge:
I let Tony sleep in till 10 and woke him up with a full course pancake breakfast. We made our plans for me to take Brody for all of church so he could have a day to relax; it’s his day.
Before church we were watching more 24 and he complained about his neck hurting. On any normal day, I’d say “sorry Hun, that sucks”. But since it’s HIS day, without a complaint or excuse, I gave him the neck rub of a lifetime. I’m such a good wife.
On our way to church I thought of ways to make his day even brighter- he deserves it! But while reading the program at church Tony asks, “Is it really Father’s day?”
“YES. I’m POSITIVE. I looked at the calendar and I sent my dad his gift this week, I’m absolutely SURE.”
“No…. it’s flag day.”
One question… Do you know where my mind is? I seem to have lost it.